Early morning at the clearing

          Willi emerges from the butterbur leaves and glances over the clearing.

                      - I wonder whether Max is up yet. -

        - Morning, Willi. Of course I'm up, we have a plan, don't we?

                     By the way, do you have the bag? -

                - Watch out, here comes the equipment! -

 - I don't know Max, isn't it too late for strawberries and too early for hazelnuts? -

    - Willi, you're soo lazy! It's settled, we will cross over the brook and find out. -

             - Well, it's still possible that Gabi won't have time today. -

                                - Gabi... -

                  - Shush! she is still tidying up -

        The three of them set out for the brook. On the way they meet the frog.

    - Further down a tree had recently fallen across the brook, a perfect bridge. -

 - Remember, you will have to do it again on the way back. - he calls after them.

           - No way - mumbles Willi, finally reaching the other side.

      - Come over here! Here are the sweetest strawberries you ever tasted! -

                   - And here are the biggest hazelnuts! -

       They feast on berries and nuts until one after the other falls asleep.

           - Wake up! we have a long way home. - Gabi suddenly cries.

          Sailing on a tree trunk, the crossing of the brook is easy enough.

                 - Keep away from currents! - cautions the trout.

- On  a full stomach!  Willi complains, - and where did you say the clearing was? -

            - There, in the tree is the nightjar, let's ask her. -

                                  - The clearing?

                             Right beyond the fir trees -

                     - Follow the mushrooms, the nightjar said. -

                    - I see some light between the trees. -

         - That's no clearing! That's a forest monster! - whispers Willi.

      - It does have a strange glow - replies Gabi, - but it doesn't move. -

                              Max brings out the telescope.

   - I see a snail moving over moss. Definitely Schistostega pennata, Luminous Moss. -  

     - I wonder for whom it glows. - says Willi, mystified. - For us! - cries Max. 

                      - We should get going. - Gabi insists.

                         - Look! Over there is our clearing! -

          - We made it! we are home! - the three friends shout together.

                        - Good night Gabi, Good Night Max!

                              - Good night, Willi!

                            - Good night everybody!